Vik The Viking
Vik_the_viking
Vancouver, BC, Canada
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This is pain turned into precision—melody over mayhem, discipline over destruction.
No fake highs, no clean stories.
Just truth, scars, and sound loud enough to keep you alive when the noise tries to drag you under.
Strings pulled tight as nerves. Beats heavy as consequences.
I don’t preach peace—I wrestle with it, bleed for it and choose it anyway.
Fuck the noise. Fuck the spiral. This is survival set to tempo.
Vik The Viking
This is pain turned into precision—melody over mayhem, discipline over destruction.
No fake highs, no clean stories.
Just truth, scars, and sound loud enough to keep you alive when the noise tries to drag you under.
Strings pulled tight as nerves. Beats heavy as consequences.
I don’t preach peace—I wrestle with it, bleed for it and choose it anyway.
Fuck the noise. Fuck the spiral. This is survival set to tempo.
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Highs n Lows
Highs n lows, yeah the bitter with the sweet
Gold in the sunshine, blood in the concrete
Middle fingers high when the devil gets close
That’s life motherfucker, highs n lows
That’s the way it goes, the highs n lows
The highs n lows
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Whiskey and Daydreams
Met her on a Tuesday, in a dive off Main,
She was sippin’ whiskey, laughin’ at the rain.
Talked about dreams, tattoos, and pain,
Said, “Baby, the scars make it worth the name.”more
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